There was a thud as his feet hit ground. Or rather corn, he felt a thud as his feet hit lots and lots of corn fields. Before he had a chance to regain his standings he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Immediately he turned on his force field CD/ Ping Pong ball device. The huge meteor crashed on it, leaving a dent. To explain the force field imagine: a feather hitting a ton of cement. The cement felt nothing, just as Lex ignored the pinging sound of something hitting his force field.

Yawning he glanced at his watch. It confirmed what he was hopping.

SMALLVILE: THE BEGINNING, FIRST METOR SHOWER.

"Aw yes, good, no automatic voice," he chuckled to himself, "Now…Lionel never did want his son late."

Putting away the force field as the shower ended he pulled out a digital camera, more specifically a Canon Power Shot A80. It was plain and tarnished, like everything fifteen years into the future. But looks can be deceiving.

Looking around he saw a boy hung up like a scare crow tied to two wooden posts unconscious. Remembering the moment he was in he took the right amount of steps were he found a space ship. Two feet from the silver ship was a little bald boy shivering, unfeeling, with only a small grip on reality.

Lex smiled at his smaller self. He stroked the young boy's scalp. "Don't worry help will come. You'll be fine with a warm house, nice and safe…"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SON DAMMIT?" A familiar voice roared with pretend caring.

Lex took a bow and few steps back. An enormous laugh came from him at the sight of his father reacting to his now baldness. "Like it dad?" He said coolly, "Don't worry; you won't be around to think about it."

"Who-who-who are you?" Lionel himself stepped back.

"Look down at the man before you, oh mighty dictator sir," Lex smiled evilly.

Lionel looked from his son in the corn to his son holding a strange rusty digital camera. In a small voice, terrified of the truth, his wild hair flying, he murmured, "Lex?"

"Well, I would say the one and only, but that's not quite true now is it?"

"What-no, where did you come from?"

Lex was about to say something witty when he realized the small nine year-old was coming awake. "I came from the bowels of an evil dictator's torture chamber and I'm here to save the future. And you know what? I've dreamed of this moment! Breathed in it's beauty! And now it sounds totally cliché."

Lex shrugged shaking his head, "Children are your most precious gift, and I really wish you had thought that over. Now I it just feels good to do this…"

"Do what? Evil dictator? Why are turning on that digital camera?" Lionel's voice reached a new pitch of fear.

There was a whirring sound as the camera was activated. "Say cheese," Lex hissed.

Their eyes locked for a moment until a click was heard from the camera. Lionel took a step back, the flash was blinding, but even more confusing was when he realized there was nothing to step back into.

He was 2D! Hell he was stuck in a picture! Screaming as loud as he could, he realized no one could hear him. Crazy he tore at his hair, and his suit clung to him. He realized he hated that feeling, and tore at his body, his mind was gone.

Lex's scrapped up tennis shoes kicked at the body of Lionel. The man who was once the terror of Lex's life lay in a comma. Lex laughed, "Ha! That is defiantly one of my best! Ha ha! A camera that actually captures a man's soul! Heh, heh, heh…"

"Where is my father?" A shy voice meekly said.

Lex whirled to the shivering nine year old. He could have healed himself easily with a simple gadget but instead: "Don't worry about that, go with him; his family will take care of you…"

Lex pointed to Clark behind him. The little alien was buck naked and staring wide-eyed and curious about the mortal affairs of men. Turning Lex said to the little alien, "Do you see that blue truck on the road? Go to them, they'll help you. And take this young boy, Clark."

"Clark," he gurgled, "I like that name!"

Smiling he went over to the small Lex and picked him up. "Hello," he giggled, "I'm Clark"

"Hello," the voice sleepily replied, "I'm Alexander, but you can call me Lex!"

"Okay!" They both coursed.

The rebel Lex laughed. The Kents would be along any moment. It had said in many history books they had helped Lionel deal with his two sons during the meteor shower. A tingling in his feet alerted him to the after affects of his time traveling. He knew it was coming, taking a deep breath he let it take its course.

As the two boys were walking off the nine year old said, "Wait! What about him?"

Clark turned around bearing Lex in his arms just in time to see…

…just in time to see a twenty five year old rebel, happy with the results, fading away in a shimmer of glow. His memory was gone from their minds as history was restored.

Clark shuddered, changing the topic he asked, "So what's this place like?"

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LEX LUTHOR PULLS THE PLUG AFTER FIFTEEN YEARS, Clark Kent stared at the headlines of the news paper. He leaned against the rail a little more. Sighing, he looked over his shoulder, expecting to see a sunset.

What he saw was two blue eyes staring at his from behind the wheel of a Porsche. For a moment he thought the man was the one from the past, the one he couldn't quite remember, the one the Kent's had found him with that day.

He would have thought about it more but in that instant it did not matter. Next thing he knew he was thrown into the water. Reflexes kicked in and he swam to save man once he realized he himself was okay.

After fishing the bald man out, he felt for a pulse. There was none, he preformed CPR, hoping it would work (he had only learned the technique that afternoon in Health).

As those blue eyes clicked open and connected with his green, he smirked, "So what was it like?"

The blue eye let out a breath. "Eh, the food wasn't that good up there. Have I seen you before?"

Decked out in flanel, the farmboy sat up. "I'm Clark."

Wiping water from his face Lex sat up. "I'm Alexander, but you can call me Lex."

"Nice to meet you," they both coursed, laughing.

"Thanks."

Clark shivered still smiling, "My pleasure, but the next time you want to kill your self? Please don't jump in freezing cold water."

"Okay," Lex lifted an imaginary glass, "here's to a hopeful future with out the chaos!"

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